Chapter 377 I Love You, Thalia
If he couldn't solve the problem, made it bigger—dragged more people into it, and someone would eventually handle it. He refused to believe no one could deal with Eileen.
"Who sent this?" Eileen asked.
"The card says it's from Thalia."
Eileen threw the flower basket out.
The delivery person was so scared that they kept backing away.
"Are you blind? Bringing just anything to me."
"I... I'll never do it again."
"Get out."
The person didn't dare make a sound and quickly left.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" Michael stood at the door with an IV drip in one hand, looking at Eileen with concern.
"Why are you here?"
"I heard you got hurt, so I came to check on you. Who in Emerald City is bold enough to do this? The Jimenez family is pretty well-known in the industry. Isn't she afraid of what people will say? She's completely disrespecting the Jimenez family. It's outrageous."
"Want me to find out who did it?"
Michael's troublemaking successfully made Eileen's expression even worse. She looked at him with a dark face.
"No need, I know who it is."
"Need me to help deal with it? Grandma, if you need anything, just say the word. I'm your grandson, too."
Hearing Michael say this, Eileen immediately became suspicious. In the Jimenez family, nothing could go through Michael's hands, or wouldn't that just cause trouble for her eldest grandson?
Michael said this because he knew Eileen wouldn't let him get involved.
After all, he didn't want to confront Thalia head-on at a time like this. Thalia was too hard to deal with.
She beat him the day before yesterday, dealt with Eileen yesterday—if the whole Jimenez family came to Emerald City, they'd all be wiped out in a few days.
Sure enough, problems that insiders can't solve can only be solved by outsiders.
Thalia was a perfect choice.
"No need, you're injured too. Focus on recovering."
Michael didn't say anything and just nodded.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he turned to leave.
"Henry, you stay."
The person who had been following Michael was suddenly called by Eileen, and she deliberately avoided Michael.
Henry knew what she was thinking without her having to say it.
"Let me ask you, you've been in Emerald City for so long—who has Michael been close with?"
"Mr. Jimenez wants to fit into Emerald City's social circle, but people here are very exclusive. He hasn't been able to get in, which is why he got beaten."
Eileen clearly thought Michael might be behind her car accident. Her suspicion of others exceeded everyone else's.
"You need to know, you're a Jimenez family member, not Michael's person. Every word you say better be true. If I find out you're hiding anything, you know the consequences."
Henry didn't dare speak, keeping his head lowered in a respectful manner.
In the Jimenez family, Eileen's authority was unmatched.
Steven was a coward hiding behind a woman, letting Eileen do all the dirty work while he enjoyed the results.
The Jimenez family appeared to be run by Eileen, but in reality, it was all Steven's doing.
"Go!"
...
"What did she ask you?" Michael asked.
"She asked if you've made any connections in Emerald City. I answered the way you told me to."
Michael understood Eileen.
He had calculated her every move.
Eileen thought she was clever, but actually, Michael was the clever one.
However, Eileen operated openly, and even if Michael wanted to be open about it, no one would believe him.
When Thalia got home, only Fallon was waiting in the living room; everyone else had gone to bed.
"Where's William?"
"Upstairs."
"Should I run you a bath?" Fallon asked while taking her bag.
Thalia shook her head. "You go rest."
She went upstairs, rubbing her sore neck as she pushed open the sitting room door. She saw William lying on the black leather sofa, breathing steadily, one hand at his side, the other casually resting over his eyes.
Asleep? This unusual?
Thalia had never seen William extremely tired, let alone sleeping on the sofa like this.
She tiptoed over and crouched beside William, looking at his sleeping face—his high nose bridge above thin lips.
She half-rose and found a comfortable position to nestle beside William.
As she nuzzled against the man's neck, she didn't see the slight smile on William's lips—a genuine smile from the heart, visible even with his eyes covered.
The man lying flat turned slightly on his side, reaching out an arm to hold her, preventing her from falling. "You crouched on the floor watching me for so long just for this?"
Thalia didn't hold back, squeezing in to find a comfortable position. "No."
"I was just thinking, if you ever become heartless toward me, should I cut off your cock or not?" As Thalia spoke, she even gave it a squeeze.
Making William gasp.
He grabbed Thalia's hand and wouldn't let go. "Stop thinking about it. I won't give you that chance."
"Won't let me cut your cock, or won't ever be heartless?"
"Thalia, any relationship is a mirror to me. What kind of me you want, you have to give that same version of yourself. That's only fair." William stroked her back persuasively, his rough fingertips running from her spine to her tailbone, the tingling sensation spreading through her body like poison.
Instantly making her hair stand on end.
"I love you as much as you love me?"
"You could put it that way."
"William, you haven't even told me how you feel, but you're already asking me to love you. Isn't that..."
"I love you."
"What?" Before Thalia could finish, William cut her off. Thalia was completely stunned.
"I love you, Thalia." William looked at her, speaking each word carefully and seriously, staring straight at Thalia without any evasion or hint of joking.
Leaving Thalia's wild soul with nowhere to hide.